Posts Tagged ‘dieting’

Because there are other things on my mind, I will post later about something other than DIE(t)ing, as this past weekend showed a lack of regard for my newfound philosophy of mindful eating. I did, however, manage to run/walk 3.3 miles on in 43 minutes on Friday, and I didn’t feel wiped out. Success.

I’m sure that pace is shameful for any exceptional readers who can run a 6- or 7-minute mile. And if that’s the case, then this above-average blog really isn’t for you. Move along.

I prefer to believe that I’m overcompensating for my meal servings when I log them into my Lose It! application, but preferences aren’t what diets are about. Truth — bleak, mortifying, demoralizing truth — are what DIE(ts) are about.

Did I really consume 146 more calories than my daily allotment on Day 3? Do I really have only 377 calories to spare from now until dinnertime, which is still over three hours away? Did my exercise yesterday — which has made for stiff, uncooperative calves — count for nothing?

HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?

I don’t even want to get on a scale in a few days. I already know the extent of my progress, and really don’t need to be reminded of my weight.

Speaking of weight, and dieting and all things unholy, my lovely, absurdly hysterical friend Erin also started her diet early this week. I encourage you to follow her musings. Lucky for Erin, she has lost 7.2 pounds already and she’s only halfway through her seven-day challenge. Unlucky for her, her diet consists of lots and lots of … goop.

A brownie that ravaged my stomach, a chicken ceasar wrap wrapped in a too-fatty tortilla, cookies — goodness me, cookies! — and little exercise: those are what big waistlines are made of. In fact, I exceeded my daily caloric limit by 291. My 1,636-calorie limit has been set based on the goal of losing a pound per week.

Cookies, I tell ya, are weapons of mass destruction. But because it’s impossible for me to cut them out of my life, I came up with a plan today that looks like this:

and…¬†

I will keep the baggie of chocolate-chip morsels in my desk drawer at work, the only place that requires such desperate measures because the drudgery I endure drives me to snack endlessly on crap. I hope this baggie does the trick.

Other than that, I did a little better than Day 1 in terms of physical activity and diet — I was 130 calories under my budget — but, folks, this regimen is kicking my arse.